His scent was crisp and distant, like cedarwood.
Song Xi's first thought was: "Did you change your perfume?"
In the darkness, Lou Yuming's eyebrows arched. As he released her, he pressed the switch.
The bright light was blinding. Song Xi closed her eyes, took a few seconds to adjust, and then opened them.
The man stood tall and elegant, broad-shouldered with a narrow waist, his demeanor as cool and distinguished as ever.
Had he lost weight?
Just as Song Xi was about to speak, Lou Yuming walked straight ahead.
He took off his jacket and casually tossed it onto the sofa. Then, he leisurely rolled up his sleeves, revealing his firm, sculpted forearms.
He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. His throat moved senselessly as he swallowed, his collar slightly open, exuding a raw, lustful aura.
Song Xi's eyes were fixed on him, her mouth dry.
A seducer.
As if sensing her gaze, Lou Yuming looked over. Song Xi flusteredly lowered her head, changing the subject.
"...Why are you here?"
"Just passing by."
Concise, using those two words to dismiss her.
Song Xi nervously licked her lips, feeling an inexplicable heat. "Did you see the WeChat message I sent you?"
He grunted an "mm," then walked closer, his gaze intense.
Song Xi dared not look at him. "Then... why didn't you reply?"
"Busy."
He stopped in front of her, his deep voice strangely alluring.
Song Xi felt incredibly hot, her face gradually flushing.
Lou Yuming narrowed his eyes, observing her expression, then handed her the bottle of water.
"Thank..."
He reached to take it, but found he had no intention of letting go. The next second, the bottle's opening touched her lips, as if he intended to feed her himself.
"No need..."
She waved her hands. Meeting his dark, ink-like eyes, she felt instantly choked up.
Song Xi momentarily forgot what she wanted to say, her gaze held captive by his, unable to move away.
Lou Yuming said nothing, only watching her quietly.
In an instant, something sparked in the air.
Song Xi's heart began to race uncontrollably. Though she hadn't drunk any water, she felt an inexplicable, hazy intoxication.
The moment the water fell to the ground, Song Xi thought she should have resisted.
But he was cunning, luring her in.
An adult man and woman, overcome by beauty.
...
After it was over, Song Xi lay in bed, too exhausted to even open her eyes.
Lou Yuming, on the other hand, looked sated, like someone who had been deprived for a long time and had finally eaten his fill.
Song Xi didn't believe he hadn't touched any other women during these days, so she huffed and turned her head away.
Hearing her muffled sounds, Lou Yuming leaned down and pinched her cheek. "What, not enough?"
Song Xi reached out and scratched him.
"You've learned to scratch now."
He smoothly took her hand, checked the scratch, and asked, "Why aren't you wearing the bracelet I gave you last time? Don't you like it?"
He remembered she had been quite pleased with it, wearing it every day for a while.
Song Xi pulled her hand back. The nice atmosphere was ruined by him.
How could she dare wear it? Compared to Anna's bracelet, it was simply embarrassing.
He was in a good mood, so he casually said, "I'll buy you a new one next time."
Song Xi didn't take it seriously. Most of what men said in bed was to coax, not to be believed.
"What's wrong with your back?"
He hadn't noticed earlier in the dimly lit bedroom and was only now seeing the small red dots on her back.
Song Xi said, "Allergic reaction."
"Did you buy medicine?"
"Yes, it's on the sofa."
She was too lazy to move. To her surprise, Lou Yuming came in with the medicine, wearing only his shorts.
Song Xi looked astonished.
The medicine was cool. His calloused fingertips moved downwards, circling, causing Song Xi to shiver uncontrollably, her body going numb.
She quickly called out to stop him and snatched the ointment. "That's enough, that's enough!"
Lou Yuming said with feigned seriousness, "I haven't finished applying it."
"I'll do it myself!"
Lou Yuming didn't know why she was suddenly so shy. Fortunately, the allergy wasn't serious and would heal in a couple of days with the ointment.
"How did it happen?"
Song Xi didn't know when he had become so talkative in bed. Still, she was quite happy to have a chat.
"The costumes on set rubbed me raw."
"Is it that dress-up game you play on Moments?"
"What dress-up game?"
"Ge Baitao said so."
He had seen Ge Baitao comment "Miracle Xi Xi" and had even asked someone to inquire about it.
He wore an expression that said, "See how great I am, how trendy," unaware that Song Xi's eyes were about to roll out of her head.
Unbelievable. After all that teasing, the old man thought she was playing a game here.
After a while, Song Xi started to feel sleepy.
Before falling asleep, she mumbled drowsily, "I haven't set my alarm..."
Lou Yuming glanced at her, then, holding a cigarette in his mouth, went to the living room to find her phone. Returning to the bedroom, he asked in a low voice, "What's the password?"
"11...02"
It was probably her birthday.
Lou Yuming set the alarm for her. Just as he was about to turn off the screen, a WeChat message suddenly popped up at the top.
Qin Feng: Baby, I've been waiting at the hotel for two hours, why aren't you here yet?